Winston Churchill


Chihuahua
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Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Winners, Gomez, Weener Wonker, WEEEENSTON, my little clown

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
February 14th 2003

Likes:
Being the boss

Pet-Peeves:
When his brother won't do what he says

Favorite Toy:
Baby Shrek

Favorite Food:
Peanut Butter, Chicken, Cottage Cheese

Favorite Walk:
Walk? I like to go - but carry me please.

Best Tricks:
Getting others to do things for him.

Arrival Story:
My house sitter picked him up while I was on an appt. I said no, but then I saw him. His eyes were enormous and I knew we were meant to be.

Bio:
He is from Newport Beach, CA

Forums Motto:
Love me! I'm a chihuahuaHUA! Love me!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Best Dressed Contest

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 25th 2008 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
821842


Meet my family
Charlie
Dickens
Coco - In
Loving Memory
O.J. - RIP

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I'm hurt!


Public Humilation at it's finest

August 5th 2008 10:25 pm
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Charlie wags his butt the entire time he walks. I know this now because this is the view I get when we go out together for a walk. I don't get to walk anymore. Mama puts me in this square thing with wheels. She puts a pillow in it and scolds me every time I pop out of it. So today her friend Shannon comes over and I love Shannon and I want to look good for Shannon but no...I cannot be my studly self. I have to go into the cart and be pulled. One of the neighbors laughed at me and called me "dog in a box". Grrrrrr.

I'm very brave except when Mama gets more then 2 feet away from me...then I feel a little shaky and try to pop out of the box. We tried to have Shannon roll me and Mama handle Charlie (because he's such a trouble maker compared to me) but I feel TERROR when she's away. Maybe because I know I must protect her. And by the way...I do not poop when I am out. He does because he thinks it's funny to make mama pick it up. He does it as far as he can away from the next big black box that momma can throw it into so that his scent wafts through the air. He finds this quite amusing. Mama walks sooo fast during that period of time and my little cart goes clackety clackety clack!

 

Houdini

July 30th 2008 6:15 pm
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So did I mention my confinement? To a playpen no less? I am a stud and they put me in a playpen because of my spinal injury from which I am healing like any super terrific chihuahuahuahua would. So the other day Mom left me like she does and you know what I did? I just ate right through the side. See I can do anything and she won't yell at me on account of I'm hurt. I wandered around the house, went down stairs, went up stairs - I did everything I wasn't supposed to. So here's what Ding Dong Mom does. She turns the playpen around so the hole is against the wall. DUH! I ate a hole in the other side - I am brilliant!!! So then she tried to SEW something over the hole - that was easy to get through - kinda like a doggy door - Betsy Ross she's not! And at this rate? She's no Florence Nightengale, either! Okay, I need to go make some more plans to outsmart her - AFTER she feeds me my dinner - yummy burgers and veggies and rice for me!

 

stinky stuff

July 27th 2008 10:22 pm
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Today when mom took me out for potty she decided it was a good time to weed the flower bed. Which was great because she left me alone to explore the front yard. She's been all over me since I got out of the hospital. A chi-man hardly has a moment to himself anymore, I tell ya. And then...I saw it. A lovely pile of fresh poo. It was love at first smell. I had just started to roll in this delectable pile of fragrant goo when I heard her scream ..."WIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSTTTOOON". She HOSED ME OFF in the front yard. I have never been subjected to such indignity and dog abuse in my life. I hope someone sees this horrible injustice and reports this to the right authorities so she gets a ticket or something. But no....it doesn't stop here. Once she had removed the perfume that I had so carefully embedded in my fur she put me in the bathtub and made me smell like a flower. A FLOWER. And then I went back in the play pen. I can't even go in the back yard and find some mud to mess myself up in. Charlie is coming by and laughing at me and calling me "buttercup" behind Mom's back.

Yesterday? He grabbed my playpen with his enormous terrier teeth and started yanking my playpen across the floor. This is how much he wants to get my Baby Shrek. Mom stopped him. She will not leave him alone with me right now because of his Shrek fixation. It's a problem. He says I need meds? His is diagnosable...it's called O.C.D.!!! He'll fixate on something for MONTHS even if Mom puts it in the drawer!!! Move on my man...move on!!!

Okay....I'm going to go to bed now. Smelling like a rose...literally.

 
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